Sads in my Happy. Spread through
like smoke through a vent
beneath a bed in which
a child is sleeping
at night. I can feel them
in my eyes. --A thickness, a paint
mixed in
with the wets that gloss my iris
when I smile:
Dont be sad she
said be happy
I am I
said, I was trying to smile from my liver
I was
smiling : feeling
the
Sads in my true Happy, eyes and crinkled
skin.
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